*Subway Series* ~Dinner time Edition~

It's freezing. I'm bundled up in a long wool coat and I'm wearing 6in heels with no tights or socks.


I've just left visiting my brother who's doing well and that has me in good spirits.

The train arrives and it's not super crowded. I snuggle into a seat and close my eyes as Capleton sings an accapella reggae song in my ears.

After a few tops a trio of loud, young women get onto the train. Two sit beside me and one stands... In front of me. I ask her if she'd like to sit. She declines. They carry on their loud conversation. I can't hear exactly what they're saying because my music is at maximum volume. But you know the type. Loud and ghetto. Head full of weave. Their conversation is more a show for the people around them than an actual conversation. They are on the heavy side and wearing cheap, ill fitting clothes. I grimace.

Heavy #2 and Heavy #3 (the two sitting on the seat to my right) are staring to the left in my direction. I slowly turn my head, nostrils flared and look over at them realizing they are looking past me. Heavy #1 is holding up a plastic bag with a Styrofoam food container.

I look to the end of the train car to see an older homeless man with salt and pepper hair, wearing a flight jacket, and dingy jeans. He's holding a tattered Dunkin Donuts cup which he's shaking as he makes his way to the other end of the car where the three heavies and I are.

There appears to be a bit of a problem. I turn down my music. As heavy # 1 holds the bag out to him he says, "Look miss, I'm a human being. I'm not gonna come running for the food" Heavy #2 screams, "But that ain't the point. Is you gonna eat the food. Cause if you gonna throw it away I can keep it." He sucks his teeth. As do I. She's not even the one with the food.

At that very moment another homeless man enters the train with a Dunkin Donuts cup. He's a younger man and doesn't look as if he's been homeless for very long. While the older, harder looking man argues with Heavy #2, Heavy #1 walk over to the younger guy and offers him the food, saying if he's going to discard it she would keep it. He gladly accepts and sits in a corner to eat it as the old guy turns around, highly annoyed at the exchange with Heavy #2, to take the plate. Realizing it has been given to someone else he groans and curses and storms off the train.

The 3 Heavies laugh, as do I. It was a bit comical. Heavy #3 asks of Heavy #1, "Why did u do that to that man?" Hand on hip, neck moving she says, "I didn't like his fuckin' attitude"



The moral of the story? Beggars shouldn't be choosy...or have an attitude.



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA